My Place

My Place

In the bedroom of my childhood

with the twin beds, each next to a window,

two small dressers and two yellow chairs from Mexico,

I breathe in the fresh air because the windows are open to catch the evening breezes.

I think of summer and freedom when I remember our room and its ceiling papered with yellow roses, where my sister and I dreamed of these days when we are “grown up.”

(excerpted from Class Exercises)